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Why do they always
send the poor Barbarisms by Barbara With pointed heels Victorious victories kneel For brand new spanking deals Marching forward hypocritic and hypnotic computers You depend on our protection Yet you feed us lies from the tablecloth Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking into Fort Knox stealing our intentions Hangers sitting dripped in oil Crying freedom Handed to obsoletion Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Blast off it's party time And we don't live in a fascist nation Blast off it's party time And where the fuck are you Where the fuck are you Where the fuck are you Why don't presidents fight the war Why do they always send the poor Why don't presidents fight the war Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor Kneeling roses disappearing into Moses' dry mouth Breaking into Fort Knox stealing our intentions Hangers sitting dripped in oil Crying freedom Handed to obsoletion Still you feed us lies from the tablecloth Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sunshine Everybody is going to the party Have a real good time Dancing in the desert Blowing up the sun Where the fuck are you Where the fuck are you Why don't presidents fight the war Why do they always send the poor Why don't presidents fight the war Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor Why do they always send the poor They always send the poor They always send the poor |
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| 2. |
| 2:13 |
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My cock is much bigger than yours
My cock can walk right through the door With a feeling so pure It's got you screaming back for more. cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO My shit stinks much better than yours, My shit stinks right back through the floor. With a feeling so pure, It's got you coming back for more. cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO Can't you see that I love my cock? Can't you see that you love my cock? Can't you see that we love my cock? We're the regulators that de-regulate We're the animators that de-animate We're the propagators of all genocide Burning through the world's resources, then we turn and hide cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO We're the regulators that de-regulate We're the animators that de-animate cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO cool, in denial We're the cruel regulators smoking CIGARO CIGARO CIGARO My cock is much bigger than yours, My cock can walk right through the door With a feeling so pure It's got you screaming back for more! |
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